#wet-july

[yeetusthe3rd]

WET JULY DAY 10: SUNSET/SUNRISE

Sweet and Angsty Waterboy X OC

Herman and Tabitha sat in the park together, notebook balanced in her lap and Herman with his eyes closed. They had been coming here for a few dates now, enjoying the quiet dew of the cool mornings. It was the perfect time to go over Spanish vocabulary with Herman.

“So, we discussed businesses last time. Refresh with me: Corner.” Tabitha tapped her pencil to the paper as Herman hummed next to her.

“‘Esquina.’ Corner.” 

“Very good! Store?”

“‘Tienda.’” Herman opened his eyes, leaning down to pluck a small dandelion that had been growing next to their bench. He handed the flower to Tabitha, still engrossed in her notebook. “‘Flor’ r-right?” She grinned, tucking the dandelion behind her ear.

“‘Flor’ means flower, yes. Dandelions are specific though! ‘Diente de león.’” She scribbled a dandelion in the margins of her paper, watching as the plant grew from the page before she plucked it and handed her home-grown flower to Herman.

“‘Tooth of the-the lion?’” Herman tucked the flower behind his own ear.

“Exactly! Very metal for a flower- or a weed I guess.” Tabitha shrugged and continued copying down the new Spanish vocabulary. 

“Well flowers- weeds are still flowers and-and grasses! Weed is more of a-a social thing to say that a certain p-plant belongs- doesn’t belong. I-I’ve got nothing but weed- sympathy to weeds.” Herman started his ramble about the biodiversity of plants, the Spanish lesson completely forgotten as Tabitha became engrossed in the conversation. Plants turned to animals, and animal conversation turned into showing each other pictures of their cats. 

Neither of them noticed the sunrise until Herman felt the warmth on his feet. The golden sun was turning up, making the night sky turn red and orange with the bright yellow surrounding their star. He looked over to his girlfriend, Tabitha was simply glowing in the morning sun. She basked in the warmth, her brown eyes almost golden-orange in the morning light. Tabitha looked back, her signature crooked smile breaking across her face. 

Herman was a bright pink in the morning sun, from the blush or heat spike she couldn’t tell, but she knew he was beautiful. His red hair shone, glittering with water droplets and looking ginger in the light. His grey eyes almost shone blue. Perfect.

“Can you teach me the word for sun-sunrise?” His large, wet hand scooted towards her. Tabitha took his hand in hers, interlocking their digits in a familiar manner. The wet never bothered her, in the morning heat, it was quite refreshing.

“‘Al amanecer,’ sunrise.” Her eyes dropped to his lips as he tried the phrase for himself. The accent was a little clunky but Herman at least tried. 

“Do you know the word for kiss me?” Tabitha blurted, her own face going red. They had seen each other butt-ass naked but she still flustered so easily around him. Herman nudged closer, their foreheads nearly touching as he bent down. 

“‘Bes-besar,’ to kiss.” He licked his lips, “‘Besame,’ is kiss me.” 

Their lips met, framed by the sunrise. It was like a scene from a storybook, the golden glow outlining their silhouettes as Tabitha wrapped her arms around Herman’s neck. His hands holding her face. Their lips moved together as their hearts beat in harmony. Tabitha opened her mouth for Herman to explore, his tentative tongue diving in. Her notebook fell to the ground as their bodies pressed together, Herman felt like he could cherish the feeling forever.

But it didn’t last forever. 

Herman watched the sun dip into the horizon, setting lower and lower as the sky turned darker and darker blues to the pitch black. He held his hand over the sun, feeling the warmth on his palm slowly fading out. His other hand was on the sun-baked gravestone. Herman looked down to the wilted dandelions and roses marking the plot, dripping water from his hand onto the dry soils. The flowers perked up, the wilt raising out of the stems. 

“The s-sunset is be-beaut… it’s pretty, mi corazón.” His hand returned to the stone, still warm from the sun. The cemetery was beautiful, full of native flowers and blossoming weeds. Scenic enough to be a painting from Tabitha; she would’ve loved to visit and listen to the silence of the night, far away from the city. Herman wiped off some of the dirt on the bone-pale stone, ensuring his new carving was prominent enough to stay.

“Here Lies Tabitha Walton:

A hero, a friend,

A wife and a mother.

2001-2026” 

Hyacinths were water carved into the stone, decorating the sides of the pale grave. The flowers were Tabitha’s favorite. She was always jubilant talking about how hyancinth flowers were involved in Greek Mythology and found a way to work them into most of her outdoor paintings. Herman was thankful that his tears carried no salt, just plain water as it flowed from his face onto the dandelions below.

“You-you loved s-s-sunrise and the s-sunset. Remember? We-we were married at sunset. Right on the-the beach.” Herman choked out a laugh.

“We- you wanted sunrise but we- I thought it would be easy- better to not get dressed at three in the morning!” The wedding photos still hung on their walls, it had rained at their wedding, so everyone was equally soaked. No one even noticed that Herman cried through the entire ceremony. Tabitha’s wedding dress caught so much sand on the beach, it looked more tan than black. 

“You-you promised to stay for all the- every sun-sunset.” Herman leaned against the stone, cooling it off like he did with Tabitha on hot days. Their vows had faded in his mind, but the sunset line always stood out to him.

He stayed through the sunset, the sky now black and smattered with stars. The lack of light actually let him see the beautiful night sky. Herman didn’t budge until the stone went cold, the moon now high in the sky. He stood with a creak in his knees, hand dragging across the top of her grave, not letting go until the very last second. Herman would be back again tomorrow, keeping her vow.

[patheticwhitemenlover]

Sundress

Waterboy x F!Reader

You bought a new dress, waiting for Herm to come home and see it. Only he was late. And it was raining. You couldn't help how heavy your eyes got.

(Presenting/mild exposure, very mild somophilia elements, fingering, Herm is a munch, reverse cowgirl, clothed sex, mild cum play)

Prompt 4: Summer rain for Wet July

The sun was setting when he got home. Shoes and gloves pulled off at the door. Goggle's thrown next to your keys and suit sticking to his skin as he stumbled down the hallway, across the line of towels you left just for him, and into your bedroom with a yawn and a flick of the light switch expecting it to empty. Expecting you to be in the bathroom, washing your face and tying up your hair as you changed into pyjamas and made a takeaway request before kissing his cheek and pulling a can of drink from the fridge.

But you weren't in the bathroom.

You were on the bed.

Fast asleep and not bare but...exposed. Open. Yellow fabric pushed up your hips which sat on a stack of pillows. Knees spread and face peaceful. Laying on your stomach. Back rising and falling alongside the pattering of the rain. Softly knocking droplets against dusty glass. Your skin basking in orange and pink. Shining and soft. Tempting him as he stood there, just stood there, staring at you. And your lack of undergarments.

He gulped. Hands shaking and eyes wide as he looked around the room. Feeling out of place. Like he wasn't meant to be here, seeing this, seeing you like this. All bare and warm and...wet. So wet. Glistening in the sun beams like his own personal ray of light. Not a goosebump on your skin.

He found his feet again. Stepping forwards with quiet movements. Padding across carpet and towels. Reaching for the blanket that sat folded at the end of your bed. Unravelling it to cover you up, hide you away. Give you that modesty back.

But you moaned. Soft and low and sweet.

Blinking up at him with a smile that melted the skin from his bones. Blanket hovering as you hips squirmed and wiggled. Raising higher. Back arching in a way that made his stomach flip.

"You're late"

He jumped, blanket pulled to his chest as his heart jolted in surprise. Your eyes blinking open, still heavy and half lidded, looking right up at him with a soft smile. Hair falling over your eyes, soft noises bubbling from your throat.

"Sorry, I was-there was this-a call and it just-with the rain, you see, I couldn't-it didn't-I needed some help. So Colm-"

"It's ok"

He lowered the blanket. Jaw snapping shut and heart slowly pattering back down to a manageable speed. Cheeks flushed and eyes wide, slowly sitting on the edge of the bed still holding the blanket. Licking his lips as you just kept smiling, kept squirming. Stretching and arching in a way that stired something low in his abdomen.

"I bought a new dress. Do you like it?"

He nodded. Eyes wandering. Following the dip of your back, the swell of your rear. Long bare legs spreading just that bit wider.

"I do. I like it-love it. When did you-I haven't seen it in your closet"

"It was Alice's day off, remember? She took me shopping. She said you used to always stare at the girls in sundresses during summertime. Not creepily just...pure admiration"

He reached out a hand. Fingers millimetres away from touching soft cotton. The small flowers dotting the fabric stretched across your waist. Spaghetti straps slipped over your bare shoulders. No bra. No panties.

Just....the dress.

"I do-I like-they're very...pretty, is all"

You hummed. Rubbing your face against your pillow. Looking up at him through your lashes as his hand retreated. Gripping the blanket tighter over his lap.

"And you were going to cover it up. How dare"

Herm gulped.

"I just thought-I mean you were all exposed and I-it didn't feel right when you-while you were asleep-"

"I'm meant to be all exposed, Hermy"

His jaw fell slack. Your voice low and sultry. The smell of you filling the room. Vanilla and arousal. Musky and sweet.

"I was waiting for you"

The rain kept pelting. The air warm and humid. Droplets rolling down his spine. Cooling his flushed cheeks. Looking back down at the glistening from Between your thighs. Mouth watering. Hands moving.

"S-sorry"

"Mm, make it up to me then. Enjoy your surprise"

And he did. Blanket abandoned, body shifted from next to you to behind you. Fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. Trailing up the bare expanse until his thumbs found you, and opened you up. Drooling as you lifted yourself further. Exposed yourself more. Dress pooling around your hips.

"Can I...?"

"Anything you want, Hermy. I'm all yours"

And he wanted.

He wanted so bad.

So he leaned down and smelt you. Vanilla and musk. He tasted you. Sweet and salty. Lapping at your folds, sucking on your clit. Prodding and sliding. Drinking you down with a whimper as you bit your lip and smiled. Squirmed under his hands. Panted out breathy moans.

"Taste...you always taste so good"

"And you always feel so good"

He spread you further. Prodded you deeper. Sucked harder until you were gushing. Soaked. Covering his lips, his chin. A damp spot dripping down to stain the pillow propping you up.

And it was too much. Too good. So he pulled back, and unzipped his suit.

"Can you-want you sit-sitting on me. Please?"

You nodded and pushed yourself up. Let him pull you onto his lap. Your back pressed against his chest, feeling the teeth of his zipper and the heated flesh of his cock digging into you. Sliding and slipping until it found its a goal, sinking you down. Holding your waist in the circle of his arm, pulling your breasts free and cupping one. Teasing a nipple and biting at your neck. Bouncing you up and down until you fit him. All of him. Hidden under the circle of your skirt.

You reached back and grabbed his hair. Pulled him in for a wet kiss. Sloppy and messy and wet. As wet as the streets outside. The cars driving past. The leaves on the trees and the people rushing home. Wet and warm and full. So full.

"Fuck, Herm. I missed you"

"Miss-missed you too. Think-couldn't stop thinking about you all day"

His hand rolled a perked bud between his fingers. His teeth returned to your bare shoulder. Sucking marks against your skin and scrapping his teeth over every blemish.

"Such a romantic"

Your knees sunk into the matress, and your eyes fluttered. The room filled with your combined musk. Your combined moans. Sobs and whimpers and cut off swears.

"Please, Herm"

It was a desperate and broken plea. And Herm knew exactly what that meant.

"Can I-inside or...?"

His hand slipped from your waist to underneath your skirt. Pads of his fingers finding your clit and rubbing. Circling until you bucked and gasped. Thrusting harder. Faster.

"Anywhere you want"

That pulled a broken noise from his throat. Fucking you rough, playing with your clit, squeezing your breast and biting down against that one spot on your neck that made you see stars until he felt that familiar clench. Heard that family sound echoing off the walls. Fucking you through it until he couldn't hold back. Until it felt too good, too tight.

"Oh golly-gosh-fuck. O-oh fuck"

And he pulled out. Lifting you just enough to spurt all over the inside of your dress. Humping against your still twitching folds until every last drop was dripping off cotton. Until you went lax in his arms and fell forward, catching yourself and panting. His face burried in the zipper of your dress and holding you. Just holding. Kissing yellow flowers until his brain came back down to earth.

Until you chuckled and looked down at the wet spot leaking through your skirt as the summer rain beat against the window.

"You know...this is dry clean only"

"S-sorry"

[ubywkaa]

☀️Wet July ☀️ Swimsuits 🌊

I wish I have more time for this yummy challenge

"What the fuck is this?" said Flambae, staring at his boyfriend.

After Z Team’s heroic victory over Shroud, they were given a week's vacation and a three-day summer cruise, from Los Angeles to beautiful Mexico and back. Chad was happier than ever, he and Herman had finally clarified their relationship, and this was their first trip as a couple. Everything had to be perfect. Flambae had planned out every day of their cruise, he'd gotten a map of this enormous ship in advance, printed it out, and circled all the places they absolutely had to visit. Chad thought nothing could interfere with his perfect plan. As it turned out, something could.

"M-my… A swimsuit?" Waterboy said, a little confused, smiling awkwardly. Of course, Chad had gotten the sexiest, tiniest orange thong he could find, one that hugged his ass beautifully, and Herman had brought this! It wasn't even a swimsuit! It was a damn black wetsuit that shamelessly covered up all the interesting parts, of which Waterboy didn't really have all that many.

"Take off that goddamn thing. Don't you have a proper swimsuit?" Chad frowned, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to rationalize this hideous wetsuit that was preventing him from properly admiring his boyfriend's body.

"W-well… No, I… Is that bad?" Flambae was furious with himself for making Herman look like a wet puppy, with those big, teary eyes. Damn, Chad promised he'd be a little gentler with him.

"Not bad, it's just… I thought you'd at least wear a one-piece swimsuit, or better yet, briefs or shorts." Chad placed his hand on Herman's shoulder, stroking him soothingly. "How old is this suit?" Flambae asked, confused, sighing heavily.

Waterboy awkwardly looked away, not a good sign. "I, uh… wore this in high school. Didn't want to waste money on a new one," Herman admitted sheepishly.

Pyrokinetic pinched the bridge of his nose before sliding his free hand down Herman's neck and gently patting his cheek. "It's fine, but take it off anyway. But everyone will think you want to jump off a cruise ship and dive into the ocean." Chad smiled wickedly, gently kissing Waterboy's nose.

"B-but… I don't… have another swimsuit." Herman murmured in confusion, frowning slightly. Yes, he understood that this wetsuit wasn't the most fashionable. In fact, it didn't even quite fit him. The water hero simply didn't have the money for a new one, and he didn't want to borrow money from Chad, who was still paying off his new car. The old one, unfortunately, couldn't withstand Phenomaman's depression.

Flambae smiled mysteriously before silently turning and heading for the wardrobe where his suitcase lay.

Herman merely sighed wearily before gradually removing the wet and uncomfortable wetsuit

The pyrokinetic returned rather quickly, holding that one swimming thongs he'd bought for himself.

"But these… It’s yours!" Herman protested weakly, feeling a slight blush spread across his cheeks. Would these thongs even fit him? Waterboy knew he didn't have the same… assets as Flambae. His ass was as flat as freshly rolled out flatbread. Meanwhile, Chad spent hours at the gym and was in very good shape.

"So what? Put them on! We have to leave in ten minutes," Flambae rolled his eyes playfully before handing Herman those awful swim thongs, smiling contentedly.

Waterboy remained silent, sitting down on their shared double bed. He still had the bottom half of his wetsuit on, so he carefully, without rushing, removed it before pulling on those wretched orange thongs. Everything was… just like Herman had expected. They fell down his ass, and in the front, they didn't fit. "D-Chad, did you… do this on purpose?" Waterboy covered his face with his hands, embarrassed. It was so damn awkward.

"What do you mean?" No matter how much Chad tried to feign innocence, the tone of his voice gave it all away. Translated from Flambae’s dictionary, such words meant «of course, I did it on purpose».

"Y-you know what I mean." Herman awkwardly covered his genitals with one hand, frowning at Chad.

"Mmm… I don't know, I don't know at all." Flambae smiled contentedly and leaned forward slightly. His eerily dexterous hands reached down, toward Herman's hand, which was carefully covering his manhood.

"We have… ten minutes. Well, n-no.. eight, actually." Herman looked at Chad, confused.

"Six will be enough for me," the fiery hero said soothingly, before falling to his knees with a loud thud in front of the bed where Herman was sitting.

"Chad! Knees!" "Waterboy said slightly worriedly, remembering how his boyfriend had recently complained of knee pain. After all, Flambae was already thirty-six, he should have been more careful with his body.

"Yeah-yeah…" Chad snorted softly, feeling his cheeks flush slightly. Damn, why did Herman's care feel so good? His hands slide over Waterboy's tense thigh, which trembled under the pleasant touch. "I don't understand why you even brought that ugly wetsuit. What if I wanted to admire your naked, wet body, huh?" Chad snorts softly, one of his palms finally reaching the most interesting part and touching Herman's cock.

Herman lets out a soft groan. He's already breathing heavily and blushing as if they were already fucking, even though Flambae has barely touched him yet. "Mmm... Y-you... I knew you... did it on purpose..." Waterboy snorts softly, feeling Chad's hand slowly slide over his cock. Damn, he was already hard, and his arousal was even more bulging from that thong.

"Of course I did it on purpose. Your dick is bigger, those thongs didn't stand a chance," Chad snorted, his face leaning toward Herman's cock. The fiery hero's eyes remained fixed on Waterboy's. "...Besides, don't you like it? Try lying to me and say you don't." Chad leaned even closer to Herman's cock, playfully tracing his tongue along the tip.

Waterboy jerked forward desperately, throwing his head back and placing his hands on Chad's shoulders. "I-I... I don’t gonna lie," Herman was already puffing like a steam engine, but he didn't try to stop the pyrokinetic.

"Well done. Good boy." Flambae smiled contentedly, and then, as if remembering they were in a hurry, got down to business. To his credit, he was a master of blowjobs even before he and Herman started dating. Chad had a wealth of gay experience, especially considering how, in his youth, he'd been able to bring someone new home every day. It was precisely because of this wisdom that he could listen to Herman's desperate moans and his thin voice begging for more. From the outside, Chad probably looked more depraved than ever. Herman's hands moved from Flambae's shoulders to his hair, tousling it, and the pyrokinetic's mouth stretched indecently around Waterboy's erect cock, moving relentlessly up and down.

Chad gave himself completely to this task, trying to please Herman as much as possible, using all the knowledge he'd accumulated. He knew what pace his boyfriend liked, knew that he loved looking at Chad's face during oral sex, and knew that Herman liked it when Chad took his not-so-small penis completely without gagging. Basically, Flambae considered himself the ideal partner because he remembered all that crap and because he hadn't even touched himself at that moment. His main goal was to please Herman.

"I-I'm going to..." A few seconds later, hearing only these words from Waterboy, Flambae immediately pulls away. He reflexively closes his eyes when he hears Herman's loud moan and feels the familiar whitish liquid splash onto his face. Herman, stunned by his recent orgasm, roughly grips Chad's hair, preventing him from pulling away.

Flambae breathes heavily. His own cock throbs excitedly, clearly craving at least a little affection. "Four minutes, Herman," Chad smiles smugly. He's broken his own record.

Waterboy finally lets go of Chad's hair and awkwardly covers his face, clearly embarrassed by how quickly he came. "Y-you're just... beautiful?" Well, it was really hard to argue with that excuse.

"I know," Flambae smiled wickedly before carefully standing on slightly shaky legs. "I have four minutes. I'm jerking off in the bathroom, and you grab my swimming shorts from the suitcase."

"W-wait, you... you had other swimming clothes this whole time?" Herman sighed heavily, feeling even more awkward. He was still wearing that damn orange thongs.

"Of course, who do you take me for? I have a third spare. Besides, I told you right away that these thongs don't stand a chance against your huge dick." The fiery hero rolls his eyes playfully before gently patting Herman on the head and disappearing into the bathroom.

It's obvious that they're late, right?

[patheticwhitemenlover]

☀️ Wet July ☀️

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A collaborative summer prompt project across the Dispatch fandom for all Waterboy lovers and freaks. 10 summer prompts to inspire your creativity in July!

1. All contributions must include Waterboy.

2. You don't have to complete every prompt, and you can post anytime during July. If you do not want to include the prompt directly on your art that's fine! Just include it somewhere in the post so I know where to pop it in the master list.

3. All fics/art is welcome (Drabbles, headcannons, comics, one shots, sketches, anything!)

4. Any ships, OCs, reader fics, polyclus, platonic relationships are welcome (as long as they are of age and consenting)

5. Must tag 'Wet-July' to be included on the below masterlist

Key

⛱️ - SFW

🌊 - NSFW

1. A warm summer morning

Not really, but almost- Waterboy x OC by @yeetusthe3rd 🌊

2. Beach day

3. Broken air conditioning

The remedy for a hot summers day - Waterboy x GN!Reader by @thehoneycrypt 🏖

4. Summer rain

Sundress - Waterboy x F!Reader by @patheticwhitemenlover 🌊

5. Swimsuits

Orange thongs - Waterboy x Flambae by @ubywkaa 🌊

6. Road trip

7. Picnics

8. Sun bathing

9. Ice cream

10. Watching the sun set/sun rise

Early Morning breeze - Waterboy x Robert by @patheticwhitemenlover 🏖

Dandelions - Waterboy x OC by @yeetusthe3rd 🏖